Legendary Pink Dots I Am The Way The Truth The Light
Merciful angel with blood on his hands. He's down on his
knees, because there's nowhere to stand in a dungeon of
plastic.. a castle of ice. Ankles tied with elastic, the
blindfold is tight. The windows are shattered, there's
bolts on the door, and the music's so loud, he can't
think anymore. Floodlights are blazing, they shout when
he sleeps. But he prays because he loves them - they
treat him like this!
